Sitting in Gray's kitchen, it's difficult to look away as he peruses the cabinets, searching for a midnight snack, his body moving across the cool tile effortlessly. I refuse to look away as the tall beauty dances on air, twirling around with delicate grace.

"When are you going to stop staring at me, Paris?"

Gray's words take me back to the first memory we shared together, carefully potting the pink carnations he brought over for me. I remember it felt impossible to take my eyes off of him then. Who would've thought I'd still find it impossible to look away, and that he'd feel the exact same?

"How do strawberries with chocolate sauce sound?" Gray suggests, pulling out a fresh carton of strawberries from the farmer's market. There's nothing better than freshly picked summer strawberries, their ripe taste is remarkably sweet and rich. I can't help but smile in approval.

"Can we eat them in bed?"

Gray nods and we make our way upstairs, the full moon rising in all its bright gleaming glory into the star-speckled black night.

Gray hops onto the bed eagerly, letting the carton of strawberries and jar of chocolate sauce plop down on the sheets. I lie down beside him and snatch the strawberries out of my boyfriend's reach, teasing him by dangling the carton of deliciousness mere inches away from his grasp.

As I reach for a berry, Gray's firm hand comes over mine, warming my chilling bones and sending a different kind of chill through my body.

"Wait-"

Without another word, Gray takes off his v-neck tee and throws it onto the side of the bed, lying in front of me wearing only his jeans. He then proceeds to grab hold of my loose tee and gently pulls it over my head, placing a soft kiss on my cheek before letting the fabric fall to the floor with ease.

"So that we don't stain our shirts," Gray proposes, clearly finding any excuse to undress. I give him an understanding nod, too enamored to speak. For a while, Gray and I lay there staring at each other, our eyes locked in a hypnotic gaze as we take in our figures. Although we've both been naked in front of one another before, this feels more intimate. In the light, I can trace each and every crease on Gray's chest, lightly brushing my finger against the lines of his abdomen and the contour of his collarbone.

"I almost forgot about the strawberries," Gray jokes with an awkward chuckle, clearly trying to break the silence. Except right now, I could spend my entire life staring silently into Gray's perfect green eyes, feeling every square inch of his beautiful body, and watching every move his graceful form makes. Our love transcends all words. It lulls all fears inside me. It quells any doubts circulating in my mind. In the midst of the quiet, I feel closer to him than I've ever felt with anybody else.

Moving from his lounging pose, Gray reaches his hand inside the carton and picks a large deep scarlet berry from the group, dangling it in front of my mouth, waiting for me to take the first bite. Instead of biting into the crisp fruit, I circle my tongue around the flowering, getting a slight taste of the sweetness about to come. When I finally bite in, a rush of luscious flavor blends with a dash of acidic punch that makes for the most delicious treat I've ever tasted. It doesn't even need that extra layer of chocolate sauce.

Gray bites his lip and motions his emerald eyes to my chest, which has already been stained by the strawberry's golden-red juices. Instead of wiping it away with his fingers, Gray bends down and licks the mess off of my skin, going against my body at a gradual pace that ignites my nerves and produces a sensory overload. Delicately Gray lays my body down across the blanket of his bed. His tongue moves farther and farther up the length of my body, trailing along my neck and onto my chin, coming inches close to my lips, before I plop another strawberry into my mouth, preventing him from planting his dangerous kiss.

I aggressively squash down the fruit with my teeth, letting the juices squirt out from my lips before dribbling down my skin, staining the same places that Gray wiped clean a second ago. He has no other choice but to lick me clean again, this time trailing his tongue down my body even slower than before. As he approaches my abdomen, I let out a stifled moan and watch him play with the curly black hairs on my stomach. Steadying myself, I run my fingers through his wavy blond hair, playing with the locks that stubbornly flip up toward the nape of his neck.

My heart starts to beat fast as Gray unbuttons my jeans, albeit at an annoyingly slow pace. I let out an aggressive groan, hoping he'll get the idea and move along, yet he keeps going slow, teasing me.

"Gray," I scorn, provoking him by drawing out those four letters, which starts to excite my giddy boyfriend in more ways than one.

Gray shuts me up by dipping his index and middle fingers in the chocolate sauce and teasing them across my lips. I open my mouth, inviting them inside so I can suck on them while Gray pulls the stubborn denim off of my skin. Gray manages to slip my boxers away too, which is pretty impressive, especially with one hand.

Before I know it, Gray's lips brush against my tip, leading me on in ways I could never imagine. I can't help but let out a loud moan, which makes Gray's fingers fall out of my mouth. His left hand begins to trace figure eights across my chest while his right hand fondles me, awakening my senses. Soon I lose track of Gray's hands as he swirls his tongue around, mimicking the way I licked the strawberry he dangled in front of my mouth.

I start to see vivid stars in my field of vision, unable to control the words coming out of my mouth. My head involuntarily tilts back, and I have to remove my hands from Gray's hair and steady myself by digging my nails into the blankets, firmly grasping the soft silk fabric for dear life. Gray makes my hips buck up and down in an uncontrollable fashion, and vibrant hues of colors I've never seen before cloud my thoughts and blind me with their sensual beauty. At that moment, I wonder what I've done to deserve the most fantastic boyfriend in the world, and it frightens me to consider what life would be like without him. 

Afterward, Gray scoots up beside me, putting his comforting arm around me. The two of us lay there for hours, filling our stomachs with rich strawberries and sugary chocolate sauce. Gray's hands find their way around my waist, pressing my torso against his under the warm cover of his silky smooth sheets. Around 3 AM, Gray's eyes falter as he desperately fights the longing relief of sleep. 

"Sleep, baby," I whisper, putting my hands over his as Gray and I sink into each other's dreams.